To say a person is a happy person or an unhappy person is ridiculous. We are a thousand different kinds of people every hour.
Anthony Doerr, All the Light We Cannot See (via theliteraryjournals)
Misplaced Lens Cap
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
almost home
occasionally subtle
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
d e v o n

#extradirty

PR's Tumblrdome
we're not kids anymore.
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
DEAR READER
dirt enthusiast

Love Begins

roma★
Peter Solarz
Acquired Stardust

oozey mess
TVSTRANGERTHINGS
Claire Keane
seen from Israel
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seen from Türkiye

seen from Malaysia

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seen from Iraq
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seen from United States
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@cassgrl
To say a person is a happy person or an unhappy person is ridiculous. We are a thousand different kinds of people every hour.
Anthony Doerr, All the Light We Cannot See (via theliteraryjournals)
we’re all waiting @ 2017
I’ve been playing around with animating images in photoshop recently. These are my first two attempts, inspired by a korean fashion instagram I follow.
A fairytale about a lizard princess who can make roses change colors
by Art Baby Girl
Rosy morning porthole view.
Whoa
Daily reminder: If they wanna talk to you, they will. If they wanna be with you, they will. If they wanna make things work, they will. Don’t let things be one sided. It’s not healthy, and it’s not fair to you.
Nothing makes a room feel emptier than wanting someone in it.
Unknown (via childmagazine)
*jokes about my depression so frequently nobody is sure if i need help or not*
a lil project today using jaquette’s poetry
“She’s complicated. That’s what I like best about her.”
Ruby Sparks (via naturaekos)
A Syrian refugee wrote this in his tent. “I grabbed the pen to write my misery, but the pen cried before my eyes did.”